Yunfeng didn't speak. He stood a step away from Yuki, his expression unreadable—but his eyes, those sharp blue-green eyes, burned with restrained fury. A thin tendril of flame danced along his fingers, casting flickering light over the hallway walls. It was ghostly, cold at its edges, and unnaturally steady despite his rage.
Yuki backed away instinctively, her small form trembling as she clutched the monkey to her chest. Her lips wobbled, but she forced herself to stand her ground.
"I'm not scared of you…" she said, voice shaky. "You… you won't do anything to me."
Yunfeng's gaze didn't soften. The flame in his palm coiled upward, growing just slightly before he flicked it—fast and precise—right beside her head. It whizzed past her cheek, barely missing, and struck the wall with a hiss. The plaster blackened instantly.
